Movies and Life, pt 2

And while the thought is still in my head, I've figured out something else that would be really sweet. A letter. How did I not think of this earlier? :P

I tried it!

And it does not work if I send a picture message.
....that is all.

Sometimes I wish life was like the movies

Well, not a scary movie. Or... not an action movie either. Is it safe to say chick flick? Probably more of a musical comedy, or just a classic. They have the best stories, really (: I mean, I was watching Les Mis last night (the 1998 one) and it really made me wish that someone would come and visit me at my window, like the cute scene when Marius finally talks to Cosette for the first time (granted, it was through the little window in the door). Or in Thumbelina when Cornelius meets her on the window sill, or in Letters to Juliet- I won't say Romeo and Juliet, because they just die- when Charlie climbs up to the balcony to Sophie, even though he ends up falling :) Anywho, I think that would be really sweet. Of course, I'd probably be scared out of my face if someone randomly showed up at my window and I'd think they were a serial killer (even though my friend Zahra and I have decided that my pennywhistle playing is quite sufficient to keep them away), but it's still a nice sentiment. What about riding off into the sunset? That would be nice ^_^ or... hmm I just like beautiful hair. Like Keith Harkin's :D plus he sings, plays guitar, surfs, is kind of a cowboy, so on and so forth. Oh yeah, and he's IRISH :) That was a tangent. Okay, so what else is there? Dancing, dancing is good. Not jump-around-type dancing, but legit dancing. Like... ballroom or something. Ooh! And guys that act like loners but are actually sweeties, like Garrett from Quest for Camelot, or Nico di Angelo. And let's not forget all the ones who fight for their girls- Prince Eric, Prince Phillip, The Beast, Aladdin, Hercules (Disney version, obviously), Tarzan, Li Shang, and Megamind :) Megamind is blue. I also like Dr. Horrible, but that could just be because he's played by Neil Patrick Harris. Yes. There's probably more that I was going to write, but... I'm not going to. Why? Because I'm lazy and forgetful ^_^ fare thee well, friends!

A little something I thought I'd share :)

The Touch of the Master's Hand

'Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
But he held it up with a smile.
"What am I bid, good friends?" he cried.
"Who'll start the bidding for me?
One dollar! Only one? And who will make it two?
Two dollars once. And three!
Three dollars, once. And three dollars, twice.
And going, and going," but no...
From the back of the room, a gray-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow.
And wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening the loose strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet
As carolling angels sing.
The music ceased, and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said, "What am I bid for the old violin?"
As he held up the bow.
"One thousand dollars, and who'll make it two?
Two thousand dollars, and three!
Three thousand, once. And three thousand, twice.
And going, and going, and gone!" said he.
The people cheered, but some of them cried,
"We don't quite understand
What changed its worth." Swift came the reply.
"The touch of the master's hand."
And many a man with life out of tune
And battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
Much like this old violin.
A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on.
He's going once, and going twice.
And going, and almost gone.
But the Master comes, and the thoughtless crowd
Never can quite understand
The worth of a soul, and the change that is wrought
By the touch of the Master's hand.
--Myra Brooks Welch

Lalalalala...

Ohllo! So, um, I'm not really sure why the formatting is all jacked up on here... buuut I'm too lazy to try and fix it more than I have. There, there. You're heartbroken, I know :P Anywho.... It's 2012, and I don't plan on letting the world end this year :) Who's with me?! Yep, you'd better be. That is all :)

Happily Ever After...

She sat in her room, writing.

"I've lived my whole life believing in fairytales. You know, in love with the idea that everyone gets a happy ending. That one day, when I'm in distress, a handsome prince will come to sweep me off my feet, and we'll live happily ever after. That life will just be peachy forever, and the only worry I'll have ever again would be what to wear that day."

She started thinking of him- his goofy smile, the way his eyes seemed to brighten when he said her name, every one of his cute little quirks.

"But sometimes I get that... sinking feeling that maybe life just isn't what I used to think. Life isn't worry-free. It's hard. I know I can get through it, because I'm a princess..."

He told her that every day.

"And princesses are strong. I've learned that real princesses aren't the spoiled, too delicate girls who get whatever they want merely by wishing. No, we're pretty tough when we need to be. I know I could get through life's hardships myself... but I don't know that I want to. That's what I'm scared of- that I'll have to do it alone."

She couldn't imagine life without him, but she knew she should probably get used to it... He was too good for her.

"It isn't the trials that frighten me, it's the thought that I won't have my knight in shining armor to be by my side, to hold me when I'm sad, or be happy with me when good things happen. That I won't have the happy ending, just the colorless existence and a lonely end. I've been alone before- it isn't fun."

She thought back to when she was younger, back when she was wandering in this curious place by herself. Back before she took a certain turn, not quite knowing where she would end up, but ultimately ending up meeting him.

"What if I never find someone to share every joy and sorrow with? If I never meet my true love? ....Will I ever find my prince?"

"Alice! Where are you, my sweet?" She looked out the second story window to see a cheerful Hatter staring up at her, a silly smile plastered on his face. He was holding a bouquet of flowers. "I have a riddle for you and I need you to answer it!" Alice, used to this sort of thing by now, asked what his riddle was.
"Why is a raven like a writing desk?" She had heard this many, many times before.
"I haven't the slightest idea," she replied.
"Me neither. But I was hoping, Alice, that perhaps you would have the slightest idea of whether or not you would like to marry me?" It took her a moment to understand what he was saying. Then, with tears starting to fall, she ran down the stairs to him, overjoyed. But not, however, before writing one last thing.

"You know, I think I've finally found him."